This is kinda short but creepy, when I was young me and my cousins would stay at my grandma's house, it was an old place and we always had the faint feeling of being watched but we always brushed it off.

Every night we could hear weird movement down the hallway not like someone walking but more like a sliding noise, we never paid attention to it but when my grandma moved out my uncle brought up the noise, I told him we heard it but we thought it was just the house creaking, he then corrected us telling us that Grandma's husbands ex-wife died in the house and she was in a wheelchair and that when he was a kid he and a friend had seen her in the kitchen.

To this day i refuse to go into the house by myself.
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